“I certainly should.”
“Well, come with me; I will feed you.”
So they went on.
On the way a foal met them.
“Look at me,” said the bear, and he began to claw the ground with his paws. “Dog, O dog!”
“What do you want?”
“Look, are my eyes beautiful?”
“Yes, Bear, they are beautiful.”
So the bear began clawing at the ground more savagely still. “Dog, O dog, is my hair dishevelled?”
“It is dishevelled, Bear.”